Lost —
We’ve lost our way
The path obliterated by a thousand reasons
Buried by ten thousand excuses
Yielding endless choices and no decisions
Desolation beckons —
Yawning wide to accept any
Promising everything to all
Its beauty alluring
Its simplicity seductive
Cold descends —
Wrapping ourselves
In promised warmth
Now long gone
Cut by winds
Threads blowing
Heads down
Marching on
Forward —
We trust
Is straight ahead
But means little
And less
When moving
In circles
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Words & Image Jeff Clay